life is just this small window of time, an opportunity, between two infinite abysses.
a single finite beam of light, penetrating through the darkness. there was a time when you did not exist, and there will come a time when you will cease to exist.
your brain, the computer. saving all information. the hard drive must be wiped clean eventually.
mechanical limbs. parts. working together. I am A General Motors Automobile. A living, breathing, contraption to be moved, and changed, and used. Gotta keep driving ‘til the motor gives out. Im not even owned. Im leased. This whole life is just a rental
and im still trying to find the keys to my car.
swimming in my memories, its october again and im drowing in the smell of pine trees. evergreen firth everythings better, nothings worse. its october again.
the smoke surrounds me warmly. Vanish into a cloud and, I’m gone. Away I’ve gone.
shes by my side. all of shes are. Were tumbling again, down the hill, past the cypress trees, into the river, and splash among the reeds.
October was never that cold. and I, the fish, swim, in & out of my memories.
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and i sighed a great sigh, and let the wind take the leaves away, twisting, turning and swirling in the updraft, just a reflection in my eyes
tumbling, turning, twisting, leaves in the wind, blown east and west, with the tides of time, waves lapping on shore, contorting shapes and colors. perpendicular lines. rubbix cubes.